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 Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:58 pm
*Sierra sighs inwardly, she hadn't expected that Victor would drop everything... especially when he seemed to purposely do anything that would avoid answering her questions... but when someone kidnaps you, don't they owe you a bit of an explination?
Oh you could consider that little chat they had an 'explination' of sorts... That she was some piece of the puzzle to unlocking Destruction... But that was really all she knew... and she had refused! So much for what she wanted... which was to get out of here and find Vahn.
Sierra supresses her annoyance as not to take out her stress on the young maid. Smiling at the girl she nods.*
"I suppose he's right... I mean I'm of no use to anyone including myself if I can't even stand."
*The elf maiden was wary about eating food that man provided for her though... That myth about Persephone and the Pomegranat was just a little eerie, and kept playing through her head as Sierra stared down the breakfast tray lost in thought.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:04 pm
"I prepared it myself. Please eat, it'll do no good if it just gets cold."
The girl had returned, and promptly set the second tray down, a glass of water, and a glass of juice respecitvely.
"If Master wanted you harmed, I don't think he would have brought you here."
Her strange eyes stared blankly at nothing, while her hands moved as if not even bothered by the obvious impairment.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:10 pm
*Sierra picks up one of the utensils and smiles apollogeticly.*
"I'm sorry, I'm just uneasy about the whole situation. But I wouldn't see this delicious meal spoiled after you put so much effort into it, t'would be a waste."
*Sierra bows her head and her eyes flutter shut, if the young maid could look upon her face she would be awed to see the utter peace that came over the woman's expression.
Her doll-like features framed by silken red tendrils as she prayed, offering a blessing of thanks for all that had been sacrificed that she might recieve nourishment from the mother earth.
Finishing her grace, she blinks her eyes open she turns slightly to the raven haired young woman.*
"I would thank you for my meal before I eat it, but I do not know your name..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:18 pm
"Fiole." Bowing, before the elfen woman, she turned towards the door.
"When Mistress is ready to be bathed, please just pull on the cord above your bed. After that, we may go see Master Victor."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:24 pm
"Thank you Fiole... It looks delicious."
*As the maid leaves Sierra works through her breakfast as she tries to mull everything over in her head.
Eventually she just gives up and decides to see if Victor will be any more informative after she's cleansed herself. This leaves her full attention to focus on just how delicious her meal really is.
Once she's done, she contemplates laying down for a spell... but decides against it. Reaching out a slender hand, she grasps the cord that Fiole had indicated and tugs it gently but firmly.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:27 pm
It wasn't too long afterwards, that the girl came walking back in, this time with an assortment of linen and towels, drapped alonside either arm.
Wordlessly, she made a distinct beeline for a door to the far right, and opening it with a soft click. From the viewpoint of the bed, Sierra would be able to see that this was where the bath was located.
Stepping out, Fiole waited at the doorway, her eyes staring forward.
"If Mistress is ready...."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:29 pm
"Mmm hmmm"
*Sierra had set all the dishes neatly aside on the table by now. Nodding she makes her way over to the door to the bath chamber where Fiole was standing.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:35 pm
As the elf approached, Fiole would open up the door further, allowing Sierra to enter first, before firmly shutting the door behind the both of them.
The bathroom, much like the bedroom, was richly accented and framed with crafstmanship that could only come from dedication. The spacious room held the neccesities of what your standard bathroom would hold, but more so and oh so lavishly.
The tub itself, was nothing more than a rounded out, and bowled fancy "basin", which allowed for about 3-4 people to step in. Why 4 people would want to bathe together is questioning...but then again the answer was fairly obvious.
Fiole waited for Sierra to undress and step within, as the water had been set, and the basin filled, to a suitable and tolerable temperature.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:40 pm
*While some might have been uncomfortable with undressing in front of the young woman, It was something that she had grown used to as a child. And even then, Sierra had always had a comfort with her body and being nude that few could comprehend.
She slips out of her garments, allowing her crimson hair to flow about her, concealing her pale skin like a natural gown. Her eyes wandering appreciatively around the room drinking in the rich detail.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:43 pm
"Does Mistress hate Master Victor?"
The question seemed to literally come out of thin air, all things considered. Fiole led Sierra into the tub, and immediately began washing down her skin with warm water, taking care not to let any of the water touch her hair, merely moving it aside for now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:47 pm
*The question took her by surprise and it startled a gentle laugh from the woman.*
"Hate is such a strong word.... In all of my lifetime... in relativity to the number of people I have met and known... there are few who are worthy of such contempt. No I do not hate him. But neither do I like or understand him..."
*Sierra's muscles begin to instinctively relax and she sighs pleasantly. The water felt so nice as the warmth seeped into her tired body*
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:51 pm
"......I owe my life to Master Victor." Fiole responded, as she began to run the sponge along Sierra's back. Scrubbing in soft circles, back and forth, it was really odd how she could "See without seeing".
"I was treated like nothing but trash...but Master Victor took me in. Fed me. Clothed me. And trained me. I am indepted to him. As are all who serve under him."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:58 pm
*Sierra pondered that a moment and shook her head. There again was that compassion and humanity that she had glimpsed briefly at in reading Victor's journal. Aloud she said..*
"Like I said... I don't understand him."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:46 pm
"Master Victor....needs you...."
The words seemed strained as they her lips, the sponge raking slightly down her backside, as Fiole stumbled through what she wanted to say. "The dream is still the same....for all "sinners"....The true meaning of freedom and release...."
The sponge dropped, as the soap suds spread along her back. With a soft cloth, Fiole began cleaning the stomach and chest, reaching in from behind.
"If all....the "apostles" join..." She paused, the words seemingly caught in her throat and not coming out anymore. It was a long moment, before she spoke again.
"The reason your here.....i so that he will become "Stable". With the horns....Master Victor is more easily absorbed by it....He's gradually becoming the very thing which he fights against. You see...time is always against him."
She began laddling water over Sierra's body, cleansing it.
"Time is against us all...."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 1:49 am
Meryl Tomorrow It was a Tribal spell, taught to her by the Goddess Sif, the wife of Thor, also known as John Tomorrow, her adopted father. In the breif time Sif had lived with the Tomorrows she had trained Meryl in the ways of Tribal swordsmanship and Spiritual power, something Tomorrow did not know. Meryl had continued to dabble in her Spirit powers after Sif had left, even though her main powers were Water and Lightening elementals. She continued to whisper gently, electricity sparking off her body softly as her fingers continued to draw in the air, the glyph slowly beginning to take form. " Hum... Interesting... I can not say that I have seen a human try that sort of weaving in quite some time..." The woman was just suddenly there, standing behind Meryl and gazing at the runic spell as if it was the most fascinating thing that she had ever seen. There was no sound before she spoke, no sense of movement, nothing to warn Morrow's daughter that she suddenly had company! Shining black hair fell around the tall woman like an old fashioned cloak, and even her gown, was an odd enough style to look like something out of the medieval times. Black and blue velvet with a strange gold link chain belt, and a coiled green leather whip hanging on her left hip. " Be careful that you do not charge it will too much power human... the man would be better off if you went slowly with him... his injuries appear to been grievous enough that you could put him into a state of shock if you rushed his recovery too much..." She tilted her head to the side slightly and the light shifted along that long black hair to reflect back deep blue and green highlights... like a ravens feathers... Icy blue eyes as cold as the grave itself made the slight smile on her face seem almost unnatural.
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